William Morris (Уильям Моррис)

Pomona

I am the ancient apple-queen,
As once I was so am I now.
For evermore a hope unseen,
Betwixt the blossom and the bough.

Ah, where's the river's hidden Gold!
And where the windy grave of Troy?
Yet come I as I came of old,
From out the heart of Summer's joy. 

1. The Son's Sorrow
2. Pain And Time Strive Not
3. The Two Sides Of The River
4. The Voice Of Toil
5. The Doomed Ship

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